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\"20100610_kane_250x375\"<\/a>[Kane lifts the cup after his game winning goal<\/em>]<\/small><\/p>\n

I have been a moderate hockey enthusiast for about 15 years now and have always been a fan of the Chicago Blackhawks<\/a>.\u00a0 In those 15 years, the \u2018hawks have only made the Stanley Cup Playoffs 3 times (before last year, they had only made 1 playoff in 13 years!!).\u00a0 I really got back into watching the sport this year whiling playing Fantasy Hockey with friends.\u00a0 Boy did I pick a good year to start watching again as the \u2018hawks were loaded with young talent and easily made the playoffs.\u00a0 I was able to watch every game of the first series through the Nashville affiliate and then watched most of the second and third series online.<\/p>\n

When Chicago made it to the Stanley Cup Finals by sweeping the San Jose Sharks, I was beside myself with excitement.\u00a0 I vowed to wear my Blackhawks sweater (jersey for you non-hockey folks) every game night in the series despite the blazing June heat.<\/p>\n

On Wednesday, Chicago found themselves on the road against Philadelphia up 3-2 in a 7 game series; I found myself at Annual Conference<\/a> for Kentucky Methodists<\/a>.\u00a0 At the conclusion of the final session, I rushed out of the conference center to find the first period over and the score tied at 1-1.\u00a0 I ran up to my hotel room and pulled on my red, white and black jersey.\u00a0 I watched most of second period by myself (and it was a great period of hockey).\u00a0 The only time anyone paid any attention was when I made a fool of myself cheering.\u00a0 Those around me limited their interest to the mere fact that anyone actually watched hockey.\u00a0 The second period closed with Chicago up by a goal and my room mates looking to go to bed.\u00a0 I knew I had to find another place to watch the game.<\/p>\n

I headed to the hotel lobby and asked if they knew of a place where I could watch the hockey game. \u201cThey play hockey in the summer?\u201d\u00a0 she asked.\u00a0 \u201cYeah\u2026 the finals are on!\u201d I said.\u00a0 Her only suggested was to go to the bar downstairs.<\/p>\n

I walked down but was dismayed to find the Reds playing baseball.\u00a0 Probably wouldn\u2019t be a problem, but since I could literally see the Reds Stadium from the bar, there seemed to be little chance I was going to be able to convince them to change the channel.\u00a0 After asking several people if it would be possible to watch the game on one of the many TVs, I was told I would have to take it up with bartender.<\/p>\n

I went to the bar and asked if there was any chance we could watch the hockey game.\u00a0 She gave me a hesitant look and said as long as the other patrons were okay with it.\u00a0 Luckily the two guys beside me piped up and said they would love to watch it.\u00a0 Turns out both of them used to play hockey (one of them said he played semi-pro).\u00a0 Suddenly a small new world emerged.\u00a0 In the midst of a sea of uninterested bar-goers, three of us could talk about forechecking and plus\/minus and penalty killing.<\/p>\n

It quickly became obvious the two other fans were not only interested in hockey \u2013 they were also big fans of women and booze.\u00a0 I can say without hesitation that the things discussed were most certainly not things most of my pastor friends at Annual Conference were talking about.\u00a0 Besides being obviously drunk, these two guys were quite excited about a certain \u201cdancer\u201d who had given them her number and whose proportions seemed to be abnormal.\u00a0 I will leave the specifics to your imagination, but I have no doubt that whatever you are imagining is tame compared to how the conversation actually unfolded.<\/p>\n

As the third period played out with Chicago up, I also engaged the gentleman on my other side in friendly conversation.\u00a0 Turns out he was a Catholic business man with an economics degree from Yale who also happened to be a Detroit Redwings fan.\u00a0 Between his third and fourth glass of wine he asked what I was doing in the area.\u00a0 That is when I got to explain that I was there because I was a Methodist pastor; he was not shocked by this, but was amused with the fact that I was also a distillery manager<\/a>.\u00a0 Within a few minutes we transitioned from talking hockey to talking about the socio-historic setting of the Ancient Near East.\u00a0 Basically he asked me if I preached and I told him I was more interested in teaching so people could come to their own conclusions.\u00a0 When I told him I often \u201cpreached\u201d on historical practices of Israelites, he sarcastically said \u201cyeah, I bet people flock to hear that!\u201d\u00a0 Before long, we were talking about the theological implications of Assyrian and Babylonian suzerain-vassal treaties.\u00a0 Oh the joy.<\/p>\n

Our conversation was often interrupted by either a great play in the hockey game or by our friends on the other side who were excited about a new female patron to the bar.\u00a0 So there I was, in a bar, at a church conference, talking with one guy about how the flaming firepot passing between the split carcass of a lamb in Genesis is essential to understanding the cross, and talking with others about what sort of sexual escapades are available to amateur hockey players.<\/p>\n

With just a few minutes left in the game, Philly scored and sent things into overtime.\u00a0 Again, in a large crowd of sports fans, there were only 4 of us in the bar that cared that the Stanley Cup playoffs could come down to a sudden death overtime period.<\/p>\n

A rumor started spreading that there was another hockey fan outside and that the bartender at that bar might be willing to turn the larger TV on to the game.\u00a0 I excused myself and made my way to the porch.\u00a0 As soon as I walked out (still wearing my Blackhawks jersey), a very large and very drunk man ran up to me and gave me a hug.\u00a0 Between a\u00a0 barrage of curse words, he expressed his enthusiasm for Chicago.\u00a0 We sat down at the bar to watch the overtime period.\u00a0 It was nice to not only find a hockey fan, but also to be able to cheer with someone who supported the same team.\u00a0 At one point after a long string of enthusiastic cussing from my new friend, I turned around to see that my District Superintendant and his wife were sitting right behind us.\u00a0 Oh well\u2026 nothing I can do about it.<\/p>\n

As the overtime period got underway, my excitement began to build.\u00a0 Even without the sound on, you could tell the Philadelphia crowd was going crazy.\u00a0 The Flyers are a tenacious team and always play hard, especially when something is on the line.<\/p>\n

But then, four minutes into OT this happened<\/a>:<\/p>\n